The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 139: With a call of "kind husband", the drama begins!
"Amitabha, this Taoist Taiyi is really a big show!"

Abbot Xuanci led the monks and slowly stepped out of the main hall. Looking at the scene in the distance, a hint of anger and helplessness flashed across his eyes.

"Amitabha……"

A group of old monks of the Xuan generation chanted Buddhist mantras in unison, feeling both fearful and angry. Shaolin Temple is the ancestral temple of Zen Buddhism, and its reputation is known all over the world. When has it ever been trampled upon so rudely?
Wang Yi walked at a leisurely pace, his eyes calmly scanning the surrounding buildings, as if he was looking for something. Behind him, Wuyazi, Duan Yanqing, Tong Guan and other masters followed him. Ah Zhu, Ah Bi and Wang Yuyan followed closely.

Two thousand Jinyiwei wearing flying fish uniforms and holding embroidered spring swords led the way. Three hundred and sixty gate guards and six hundred Dongchang guards followed. Three thousand Xiaoqiwei in full armor, accompanied by a group of martial arts heroes, followed slowly behind.

This scene was like a dark cloud covering a city, showing the tyranny of the imperial court to the fullest. Under the gaze of the sharp eyes, the monks along the way could only swallow their anger and retreat to the side.

"The imperial court...is becoming more and more overbearing..." Xuan Bei whispered solemnly, holding his staff. Looking at the slowly approaching team, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable emotion in his heart.

"Amitabha, the affairs of the martial world are left to the martial world..." Abbot Xuanci sighed softly, and whispered with a deep gaze: "The martial world and the imperial court should be at peace with each other, but this Taoist Taiyi... has become even more unscrupulous."

The government officials of the Song Dynasty seldom interfered in the affairs of the underworld. Although the underworld and the court had some intersections, they had always been clearly separated and did not interfere with each other.

Over time, a tacit understanding has been formed that the affairs of the underworld should be left to the underworld. But today, this tacit understanding was broken... The meaning behind this is very worthy of deep thought.

When the monks heard this, they were all indifferent.

Now the Taoist Taiyi is deeply trusted by the emperor, and his power is unrivaled. The emperor is obsessed with immortality... and has gone mad. The officials in the court generously made suggestions, trying to overthrow this evil Taoist, but the result was that they were framed by the Jinyiwei and imprisoned.

That is why their Shaolin was on such high alert, not hesitating to abandon their own martial arts, and clean up everything inside and outside, just to guard against the Jinyiwei's frame-up.

Wang Yi came to the front of the monks and stood still, with his hands behind his back. He looked up at the golden Buddha statue in the main hall and said quietly, "I have passed by countless temples along the way, and all I have seen are foolishness and greed. There are very few who are good at keeping things..."

"The Buddha said that he was compassionate and could save all living beings and all sufferings in the world. But who can understand the meaning of this golden Buddha? The golden Buddha is covered with worldly splendor, and the golden light covers the vanity inside. If we only focus on the appearance of the golden body and forget the essence of cultivation, isn't that giving up the essence for the sake of the trivial? Masters, what do you have to teach me?"

As he spoke, he tilted his head to look at the western corner of the Great Hall, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealed a faint smile, and asked: "Master, what do you have to teach me?"

Wuyazi raised his eyebrows, tilted his head and looked at the monk sweeping the floor in the distance, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. A master... is rare.

"Amitabha..." The Buddha's sound is like the loud sound of a huge bell, like the evening drum and the morning bell. Listening to it makes people calm and focused, feeling refreshed.

An old monk in a gray robe holding a broom in one hand slowly walked up to Wang Yi and stood in front of him.

With the arrival of the old monk, all the monks looked confused. Just as they were about to ask, Xuan Ci waved his hand to stop them.

Everyone around was also surprised. The Shaolin Temple really had a profound foundation and there was such a strong man hidden there.

The sweeping monk held a broom in his hand, stared at Wang Yi deeply, put his hands together, lowered his eyes and said: "All phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning, so you should view them in this way. The golden Buddha is not the Buddha, but the sustenance of the world's compassion. The appearance of the golden body is only an external appearance, not the essence of the Buddha."

"The greed and delusion in the temples that the Taoist priest has seen cannot represent the whole picture of Buddhism. The Buddha's words of compassion and salvation of all living beings are not empty talk. Buddhism is vast, and those who practice it well are as numerous as the grains of sand in the Ganges River, scattered throughout the world. They just practice in silence, unknown to outsiders."

Wang Yi smiled and raised his hand to salute: "Master, the golden Buddha has a profound Zen meaning. However, most people in the world cannot escape the burden of fame and fortune. There are always hypocrites who use the name of Buddha to do unjust things."

"The golden body of Buddhism and the clay figure of Taoism are all external appearances. Why not abandon the appearance of the golden body and keep the true nature in the dust? What do you think, Master?"

The sweeping monk frowned slightly. He was shocked by the Taoist's sharp and cunning words. He pondered for a moment and said slowly: "The golden body and clay body are the basis of the faith of all living beings. The burden of fame and fortune is the dust of the world. It is not the Buddha's fault, but the fault of human heart. What the Taoist said is too generalized..."

Ah Zhu curled her lips and sneered, "It is a fact that temples have occupied a lot of land and houses and robbed the people. Some of the great monks in some temples live a very comfortable life. Old monk, please stop trying to cover up your mistakes."

She, A-Bi, and Wang Yuyan all accompanied the Jinyiwei to thoroughly investigate the temples around Bianliang. In the words of the master: seeing the filth of the world, distinguishing the human heart and the ghost realm, you can also keep a clear mind.

A-Bi and Wang Yuyan nodded in agreement. Having seen so many of them, they didn't have a good impression of these big monks and even had a faint dislike for them.

Xiao Feng stood quietly behind Azhu. After hearing this conversation, his brows furrowed tightly.

Wang Yi looked at the gloomy faces of the Shaolin monks, smiled faintly, and recited: "What is hidden under the golden body? Fame, wealth, power, love, or false reputation. Nothing is more honest than a clay figure, returning to the original state to see the true nature. Everything in the world is illusory, it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false, and the heart is hard to guess. Simplicity hides the true meaning, and the great way is simple and the heart will open."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the sweeping monk calmly: "Master... you have been sweeping the floor for your whole life, but you still can't sweep away all the delusions in your heart. This Buddhist practice... is really lacking..."

"Amitabha..." The sweeping monk chanted the Buddha's name, bowed his head and remained silent. He had his own practice, so he would not be disturbed by other people's words. Moreover, this was a question of position, and he could not listen to everything they said.

"Heh... boring..." Wang Yi smiled faintly and shook his head, waving his hand to indicate. He put his hands behind his back and glanced at Xuan Ci with interest.

Xuan Ci's face shuddered when he saw this, and he felt a chill in his heart, and he secretly became alert.

Ye Erniang, wearing a black robe, walked slowly out of the crowd. As she walked, the wooden look in her eyes gradually disappeared. She came to Wang Yi's side and slowly lifted the black cloth veil on her head, revealing her true face.

She looked at Xuan Ci, whose expression changed slightly, with a deep longing on her face, and called out sincerely: "Ci Lang...Ye'er, I...miss you so much..."

The true feelings revealed in his words made the monks change color, the heroes burst into an uproar, and even the people who came with Wang Yi had a look of astonishment on their faces.

Everyone looked at Xuan Ci in shock. Seeing his suddenly changed expression, everyone felt complicated and strange emotions in their hearts.

Who is Abbot Xuanci? He is known as the Subduing Tiger Arhat, a leader of the righteous world of Jianghu, with extremely high martial arts skills and a respected status.

Who is Ye Erniang? She is a wicked person who loves to steal other people's babies to play with and cruelly kill them. She deserves to be killed by everyone. Two people with such different identities actually have an affair! Who would believe this if I told anyone?
Everyone looked at Xuan Ci, who had a complicated expression and remained silent, with strange looks in their eyes. In their minds, Wang Yi's words just now appeared involuntarily: Everything in the world is illusory, it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false, and it is difficult to guess the heart.

If this is true... human hearts... are really hard to tell!

"Shaolin is a peaceful place. How can we allow a sinner like you to be so presumptuous? Come and die for me!" Xuan Bei stepped forward, causing the bluestone on the ground to crack and dent. He raised the Vajra Buddha Staff high. He shouted loudly and smashed it down with a furious look on his face.

The wind was howling strongly, and the Vajra Buddha Staff made a huge whistle, smashing straight towards Ye Erniang's head.

It was obvious that the terrifying force was used without any holding back, and the intention to kill to silence the witness was too obvious.

Ye Erniang did not evade, but looked at Xuanci tenderly with a sad face. She watched him raise his hands several times, watched his trembling lips move, watched him shed tears, and her heart was calm without any ripples.

"How dare you!" Duan Yanqing shouted, stepped forward, raised his hand and pointed. Buzz! The void shook, and the fiery Yang Finger Force pierced through the sky.

Clang! The Vajra Buddha Staff was lifted high by a huge force.

Xuan Bei leaned back, his palms felt numb, and he almost lost control of the pestle in his hand. He took three steps back, steadied himself, and looked at Duan Yanqing in Feiyu's suit in amazement, with a deep fear in his eyes.

Duan Yanqing put down his right hand and said in a cold voice: "Ye Erniang's case is related to the death of more than 10,000 babies. It is such a heinous case. How powerful are you, Shaolin! You dare to kill such a serious criminal of the court without saying a word! Why? Shaolin is so eager to silence her?" He turned around and shouted: "Jinyiwei, listen to my order! If Shaolin dares to make any unusual moves again, I will massacre the entire Shaolin Temple!"

The words were filled with murderous intent, making people feel cold all over. Many people's faces changed color after hearing the words, and their eyes were filled with fear.

The evil reputation of the Jinyiwei had already spread throughout the world with their repeated raids on homes and exterminations of families, as well as bloody killings. Their name was enough to stop a child from crying at night.

"Yes!" Two thousand Jinyiwei bowed in unison and accepted the order. A murderous aura emanated from their bodies, shocking the heroes and monks so much that they retreated one after another.

Duan Yanqing looked at the shocked faces of the heroes and monks, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he flicked his sleeves and returned to his original position.

The East Factory was all about monitoring people, and it was not as satisfying as the Jinyiwei. Since he asked for this position, he had to make some achievements to avoid being looked down upon.

Tong Guan was dressed in a bright red official robe, with seductive eyes and a soft smile, saying: "The commander is so overbearing, it really makes my heart tremble..."

Ah Zhu got goose bumps on her arms and quickly pulled Ah Bi to move two steps to the left with a look of disgust on her face.

Duan Yanqing's mouth twitched, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he cupped his hands and said, "I am not as good as Governor Tong. I am just maintaining the dignity of the court. If I am not tougher, I will not be able to deter the villains."

I don't know what kind of Kung Fu the Pavilion Master created for this guy, but he turned a tall and strong man into such a charming one! Charming is fine, but his strength is also so terrifying. I don't know how many masters of noble families have been stabbed to death by an embroidery needle.

"My dear..." Ye Erniang called out again with deep emotion. She staggered forward, lost her balance, and fell at Xuanci's feet. She raised her head, tears welling in her eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Our child is gone. Yeer, I... Yeer, I have had such a hard time these years..."

"The child is very cute... Every time I see other families with cute children, Ye'er... I can't help it, my heart aches..."

The sweeping monk looked at this scene, his face completely darkened. He glanced coldly at Xuan Ci, who was in tears, and almost couldn't help but slap this evildoer to death with a palm.

"Amitabha……"

A group of old monks of the Xuan generation chanted the Buddha's name in unison, and their faces showed sadness. Their eyes looking at Xuan Ci were full of disappointment and resentment. They knew that the thousand-year reputation of Shaolin Temple... would be destroyed today.

Xuanci's face was as pale as gold paper, his white eyebrows trembled constantly, his lips trembled for a long time, and finally he let out a melancholy sigh. He slowly took off his cassock and Buddhist beads, his knees softened, and in front of everyone, he knelt heavily on the stone steps of the main hall.

"What an injustice..." Xuan Ci sighed bitterly, looked at Wang Yi, clasped his hands together, and said bitterly: "Master, all the sins are caused by me, and I will bear all the sins. I hope you will show some mercy to Shaolin and Buddhism."

"Bear the responsibility? Not to mention the incident at Yanmen Pass, you can't bear the blood on Ye Erniang's hands alone! The wronged souls of tens of thousands of innocent children! You can't bear the responsibility! Shaolin can't bear the responsibility! Buddhism can't bear the responsibility! No one in the world can bear the responsibility! How dare you ask me to show some mercy?!"

Wang Yi looked at the monks around him with a disdainful look in his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Reciting the scriptures and the Dharma but not the heart, giving up fate and goodness but not the reputation! This majestic Buddhist temple, the monks in the world, are all kind-hearted but not kind-hearted. The temples are covered with Buddha's light, occupying land and houses, and robbing the people. They say they are compassionate, but do they have any compassion in their hearts? I have been traveling along the way and have seen monks in the temples along the way "eating people"!"

"Heh... compassion? Is Buddhism worthy of this?!" Wang Yi sneered: "If one wears a cassock and holds a rosary in his hand, but has no compassion in his heart, what is the point of practicing Buddhism?"

“Hahaha… Well said! Well said!” The old and heavy voice resounded through the sky: “Xuan Ci has a kind face but a hidden heart, big brother leader… hahaha… I didn’t expect you would have this day!”

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a burly man with a black scarf covering his face, stepping on the eaves of the hall, rising and falling rapidly, and soon landed steadily in front of Xuan Ci.

Tong Guan's face turned cold, and he pinched the lotus in his hand and snapped his fingers. Roar! The dragon roared suddenly, a bit of cold light dazzled people's eyes, and a silver embroidery needle pierced the air, like silver lightning, like the sun across the sky, and went straight to the back of the person.

Wang Yi reached out casually, and gently pinched with his index finger and thumb, and the embroidery needle that was about to sink into Xiao Yuanshan's back was easily pinched in his hand.

Duan Yanqing, Tong Guan and others were just about to continue their actions, but when they saw Wang Yi taking action, they consciously calmed down their internal energy.

Xuan Ci slowly raised his head and stared blankly at the newcomer. A look of enlightenment appeared in his eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice, "So, benefactor Xiao is not dead. Are you here to question me, too?"

Xiao Yuanshan lifted his face veil, revealing a square face with big ears and a bushy beard, a majestic face that was 80% similar to Xiao Feng. He saluted Wang Yi with a fist, and glanced at Tong Guan with fear from the corner of his eye.

He stood up straight and honestly restrained his madness. He glanced at Xuan Ci with cold eyes and said disdainfully: "Ask for punishment? You don't deserve it! I feel happy to witness with my own eyes that you, a hypocritical and falsely compassionate guy, fall from the clouds."

Then he clasped his fists and bowed to Wang Yi, pleading, "Master, you have helped Feng'er a lot, and I am grateful to you. When this drama is over, please allow me to kill this man with my own hands."

(End of this chapter)